When World's Collide, Passions Ignite
Okay, I’ve been remiss in announcing the winners of a few contests – thanks for the prodding Sydney!
The winners of The Romance Studio Release party of May 9 & 10 are:
$10.00 Amazon Gift Card – Colleen is the winner!
eBook copy of Vengeance Hammer – Twania is the winner!
The winner of the Caliente Blog Hop is Jeanette Platt!
The winner of the Sinful Siren’s Blog Hop is Renee B!
I’ll be sending out emails to everyone today.
Have a great Tuesday!
Cheers,
Jianne
Okay, I’ve been remiss in announcing the winners of a few contests – thanks for the prodding Sydney!
The winners of The Romance Studio Release party of May 9 & 10 are:
$10.00 Amazon Gift Card – Colleen is the winner!
eBook copy of Vengeance Hammer – Twania is the winner!
The winner of the Caliente Blog Hop is Jeanette Platt!
The winner of the Sinful Siren’s Blog Hop is Renee B!
I’ll be sending out emails to everyone today.
Have a great Tuesday!
Cheers,
Jianne
Welcome to the Caliente Blog Hop!
This hop has awesome prizes:
A $25 iTunes GC
A $15 Starbucks GC
A $10 Amazon GC
A $10 Bookstrand GC
Plus eBooks & Paperbacks & More!
And I’m also giving away a prize – a free copy of Vengeance Hammer
Caliente – I love that word. It’s seductive and sultry and makes me visualize hot nights, a hard bod, sweaty sex, and mind-blowing orgasms.
What’s hotter than a Viking and a half-immortal goddess? (Tell me the hot combos you can think of in a comment)
Not much.
With that in mind, here’s an excerpt from my latest release Vengeance Hammer, Viking Vengeance Book Three.
Excerpt – Vengeance Hammer
But ’twas not the moment for dwelling on vengeance. Nay, ’twas the time to give Xára a babe. He grinned. And if his seed didn’t bear fruit on this joining, he had many a long winter’s night to correct that.
Xára peeked at him when he stood and disarmed. After he pulled off his tunic she stared at his chest with such fervor in her eyes that he preened. ’Twas quick work to shed his boots and breeches.
Her gaze dropped to his jutting erection and she licked her lips.
Dráddør groaned. “What think you right now?”
Twin splashes of color dusted her cheekbones. “’Tis wet.”
He fingered the seed leaking from his slit and spread the liquid all over the crown of his cock. “Aye. It means that I want you, Xára. Sit up and take off your gown.”
She gave him an uncertain sidelong glance, but obeyed his command.
The sight of her in the transparent chemise nigh did him in. He stroked his pecker and slid the foreskin up over the head and then back down.
Her eyes followed his hand’s motion. “Come closer.”
She lifted onto her knees and scooted to the edge of the bed.
“Put your hand o’er mine,” he ordered. “Aye. Like that. Now stroke me.”
When she gave his cock a tentative rub, he let his hand fall away.
Unable to do anything but stare at her lithe fingers on his shaft, he said, his voice hoarse with need, “Stroke. Up and down.”
She shifted closer and added her other hand. Her curls tumbled about her shoulders and tickled his groin. He fisted his hands when she adjusted her grip. She worried her lower lip and peeped up at him. “’Tis the right way?”
“Aye,” he grunted and sucked in a breath when she cupped his balls. “Nay.”
He captured her wrists. “Enough. ’Tis the sweetest torture, but I want to spill my seed inside you, not on the sheets.”
Grinning when her eyes widened, he kissed the center of her palm. “Ask. I can see the question forming on your lips.”
“’Tis possible?” Their gazes met.
“’Tis a certainty. My stones are aching.”
“Stones?” She glanced down, tugged her hands out of his hold, and cupped his balls again. “These are stones?”
“Stones, balls, sac, testicles, nuts,” As he spoke each word, she weighed his testicles and squeezed each one lightly.
His desire flamed. He fumbled with her chemise and when the garment refused to cooperate simply tore it down the middle. He palmed her arse and growled, “Wrap your legs around me when I lift you.”
I’m giving away a free copy of Viking Vengeance to a lucky commenter. Please put NO in the comment if you don’t want to receive announcements of my new releases. Anyone who likes my Facebook Author Page gets an extra entry in the contest – just let me know that you did this in your comment.
The Winner will be announced on May 13, 2013.
Good Luck and have fun on the hop!
I promised to announce the winners of my recent contests today and here they are:
Winners, winners, and more winners! Here are the winners of the last few contests!
Let’s Get Lucky Blog Hop:
Terry Amber and FLChen1
A to Z, X is for X-rated Contest:
Angelica French
Countdown to Vengeance Hammer Release Contest:
Donna Antonio
Vengeance Hammer Release Launch Contest:
Mel K
To continue on the hop, click on one of the sites below or on the BADGE to go back to the linky list.
Cheers,
Jianne
3 Days to go for Vengeance Hammer’s release!!
Yay – I am so excited *doing a snoopy happy dance* 🙂
For the next five days, I’ll be featuring excerpts from the last book in the Viking Vengeance trilogy, and running a quick contest for a free copy of Vengeance Hammer. Simply leave a comment and you’re entered! The winner will be announced on Wednesday, May 8, 2013.
I thought I’d celebrate the countdown by announcing the winners of the Let’s Get Lucky Blog Hop and the A to Z Challenge Blog Hop.
I loooove announcing winners.
Drum Roll….
The Let’s Get Lucky Blog Hop Winners are:
Terry Amber and FlChen!
The A to Z Challenge Blog Hop Winner is:
Angelica French!
Winners, please contact me ASAP to claim your prize.
And now for the big reveal – here is your first Vengeance Hammer Excerpt:
Vengeance lost.
Fate had cheated him. Dráddør fingered the runes carved into his weapon, the enormous steel mallet he’d named Hefnd Hamarr, Vengeance Hammer, in anticipation of the day he would fulfill the oath made to his dying father. Disgust, crippling and oppressive, banded his chest as he surveyed the smoke-infused, empty great hall.
“’Twas an easy victory.” His friend and ally, Tighe, Earl of Dalriada, heaved a long sigh. “Not a fitting one, mayhap…”
“Arnfinn died by his wife’s hand. Not by mine.” Dráddør snorted. “I cannot fulfill my vow of vengeance.”
“Nay, I beg to differ. You have in your hand the ultimate revenge. Once you wed and bed his daughter, the title is yours, all that he ever owned is yours, and his line is erased. Think you, Arnfinn, Earl of Caithness, will rest easy knowing that your blood prevails? That his daughter will sire your son?”
Tighe rested a booted foot on the fireplace’s lintel and prodded the half-charred mound of logs with a metal rod. Bright orange sparks sprayed in a wide arc and the fitful flames blossomed into long plumes.
“The notion of swiving Arnfinn’s spawn holds no appeal.” Dráddør scowled.
Tighe shrugged. “One prick and you are Earl of Caithness. Shite man, you have gained a region as vast as Dalriada with no effort. The castle is intact and the keep secured. Take your nose out of your arse and do what must be done.”
Hope you enjoyed!
I’m at the Romantic Times convention in Kansas, Missouri this week. I’ll be posting pics on Twitter and Facebook, so stay tuned. Let me know if there are any author pics you’re interested in and I’ll try to get them for you.
Cheers,
Jianne
I did it again – signed up for two hops at the same time. Sigh. So for the next two days, I’ll be doing the A to Z Challenge and MFRW’s Erotic Romance Hop – Let’s Get Lucky!
Vengeance Hammer, the last book of my new Viking trilogy releases on May 3 and I thought I’d unveil the cover and give you a little teaser for The MFRW’s Let’s Get Lucky Erotic Blog hop.
Xára could scarce draw a breath.
The man walking alongside her held her fate, Jennie’s, and that of Evie’s in his hands. Dráddør, the man who had dedicated his life to killing Arnfinn, Earl of Caithness, thought she was dull-witted no matter what Jennie had told him. She had considered pretending to be such, but ’twas not her nature to cower to anyone.
Jennie.
She swallowed her tears.
Locked her jaw and grappled for control.
If only she had known that Jennie had resolved to end both her life and Arnfinn’s. She would have stopped her from drinking the poison.
What had caused her to make such a sacrifice? And why did Jennie refuse to speak of it? What terrible threat had Arnfinn used? Or had it been another?
Hatred, raw and grating, boiled her blood to thundering in her ears. She despised the man all thought her father. She loved the woman all thought her mother.
Blinded by her fury, she bumped into a side table and would have tumbled had not Dráddør grabbed her by the waist. His aroma enveloped her at once, veiling her other senses as she inhaled the mingled aromas of male sweat, leather, and the sea. So different from the female perfumes of lavender and rose she had grown accustomed to at the abbey.
He wore no gloves and an inferno danced over her skin where his fingers gripped her through the threadbare habit. She could not recall the last time any but a woman had touched her with such gentleness. ’Twas intoxicating and exciting and dizzying.
And yet she sensed naught of him. ’Twas her gift, her strength, to touch someone and catch a brief memory playing in the present, an oath taken, a port visited, mayhap even such trifle as a thirst quenched. Yet naught escaped from this man.
He steadied her. “Are you ill, lady?”
The wonder of his voice. Deep, like low thunder vibrating through clouds. Dense, rich, strong, and heated like a boulder baked in the sun. Mesmerized by his low rumble, she yearned to press her fingertips to the corded veins in his thick neck, and learn from him how to speak again.
“Lady Xára, are you faint?” He gave her a little shake.
For the blog hop I’m giving away the first two books in the series to two Lucky commenters (pun intended).
Enjoy the hop!
Cheers,
Jianne
